Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Come Undone ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: Aoshi, Misao, Rurouni Kenshin, etc are not mine. I'm just borrowing them for my own perverse amusement. ^_^ Gotta love angst.

*****Lemon warning! Minors go away. There is a sex scene in this story. For those of you who do not want and/or are not old enough to read stories with lemons, do yourselves and me a favor and skip it!********

This is basically just chapter 6 of Fumbling Towards Ecstasy, except from Misao's point of view, and is not really essential to the total story line. If you care about how they got here or what happens next, go read Fumbling Towards Ecstasy. Either way, enjoy.

Fumbling Towards Ecstasy

The Lemon Version of Chapter 6: Come Undone (Misao's POV)

"Misao, don't leave me!" Aoshi-sama's agonized cry echoed through the upstairs hallway of the Aoiya.

I was instantly awake and alert, almost running before I managed to get to my feet. I'm not sure what I expected to find when I got there; all I knew was that for the first time in my life, my Aoshi-sama needed me. I don't think I've ever run that fast.

"Aoshi-sama!" I gasped, yanking the shoji open. I crossed the room in three strides, sliding on my knees when I dropped next to him. "Aoshi-sama, daijoubu?"

He was sitting on his futon, his hands clenched in the quilt over his lap. He looked very upset, he was breathing hard, covered in a thin layer of sweat that dripped off the end of his nose, and his eyes…

Kami-sama, he was looking at me like a damned soul watching the light of the world fade to blackness around him. My heart twisted in my chest. I ached to wrap my arms around him, to hold him close and stroke his hair and tell him that everything would be all right, but I didn't dare do more than touch his arm.

He pulled away from me, as if to say, 'don't touch me, I don't really need you,' and I wanted to cry. Damn it, I had heard the desperation in his voice when he called out to me! How could he be so stubborn? Why wouldn't he let me comfort him, like he used comfort me after the nightmares I had as a child?

It made me angry enough to put my hand on his cool cheek, to force him to look at me. He sucked in a surprised breath, and covered my hand with his, and whatever it was that I had been about to say was completely lost.

I was completely baffled. He…he didn't mind?

"A-Aoshi-sama?" I said shakily.

"I'm all right," he whispered softly. "It was only a dream."

He still hadn't let go of my hand. Not that I wanted him to, of course. His breath on my skin was like nothing I had ever felt before. It sent gooseflesh rising up on my entire arm, from my hand to my shoulder, and a delicious shiver up and down my spine. Liquid fire pooled between my thighs at the sensation, impossible to ignore.

I had learned everything I needed to know about being a woman through Okon and Omasu, from monthly bleeding to childbirth, and masturbation to making love. They had answered all of my questions with brutal honesty, and told me more than I had ever wanted to know about their own experiences with men.

I couldn't decide whether to curse or praise them right now. Their lessons had provided me with an acute awareness of exactly how it affected me to be so close to Aoshi-sama, and vivid images of what I wanted him to do to me, and vice-versa.

Unfortunately, none of them were at all appropriate.

And he still saw me as a child, anyway.

"You…you called my name," I exclaimed before I could stop myself. Kami-sama, that didn't come out right! "You told me not to leave you. I-I mean…" I tried again, but it wasn't much better.

Wow. I can't believe that I've never noticed how incredibly interesting the floor is. Too bad it wasn't letting me disappear into it. Aoshi-sama must have thought I was so stupid and childish.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I finished lamely.

"No," was his immediate reply.

Of course not, you baka weasel-girl! Baka, baka, baka! Can't you learn to shut up?!

Aoshi-sama was watching me with a strange expression on his face, almost like it pained him to look at me. I couldn't stand it. I felt so foolish! The only reason that I was here was because he cried out for me, but now I was starting to think that I should have left him alone.

"Nani?" I asked, trying so hard not to squirm under his scrutiny. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

This was stupid. I shouldn't be here; he obviously wanted to be -

He made a small sound in his throat. "Misao," he said, and I couldn't move. "Gomen nasai. I-I couldn't protect you…"

I found myself in his arms, curled against his chest with my face buried in his collarbone. He whispered something, and I strained to catch it.

"Please, Kami-sama, just once, let this be real…"

He didn't think this was real? How was I supposed to convince him that it was actually happening when I couldn't believe it myself?

Hesitantly, I wrapped my arms around his waist, snuggling deeper into his warm, lean body. Mm, he smelled wonderful, like incense, maybe sandalwood. Oh, this was heaven! I could have died happily in that moment, especially when he hid his face in my hair and sighed raggedly.

"Daijoubu, Aoshi-sama," I told him quietly. "Like you said, it was only a dream." I tightened my arms around him, trying not to wonder how long he'd let me hold him like this.

"I failed you, Misao," he murmured. "So many times…"

"Iie, Aoshi-sama," I murmured back, smiling sadly. Would he ever tell me why he thought that he failed me? "I'm all right." I released my death-grip on his waist to cup his face in my hands, gently tilting his chin to make him look at me. "I'm safe. You don't need to worry." Greatly daring, I let my fingers slide down his face in a lingering caress, then let my hands drop to my lap.

He didn't say anything. He just looked at me like he was trying to memorize every detail about me. I noticed that his eyes lingered on my breasts with a thrill that sent a red-hot sizzle straight to the place between my legs.

Kami-sama! He was just looking at me, and I was already so aroused I thought I would die if he didn't touch me.

I trembled when his fingers brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. Such an innocent gesture, yet the feelings it evoked would have brought me to my knees if I weren't already sitting in his lap. I wondered if he knew how it affected me, if he knew how badly I wanted him at that moment.

Maybe he did, because an instant later I felt his hand hesitantly cup the back of my head, tilting it back a little.

"Aoshi-sama," I sighed, and he kissed me.

This time was different than the other times he'd kissed me. This kiss was deeper, more sensual, less controlled. His tongue was in my mouth, his hands wandering all over my body, setting my nerves aflame. I think I made some sort of noise - or maybe it was him, but I couldn't be sure - because he suddenly crushed me to his chest, and I forgot to breathe.

This was really happening. My Aoshi-sama was really kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

Somehow he lowered me to the futon, for the next thing I knew his weight was pressing me into the soft cushion. I could feel every firm muscle of his body above me, especially the hardening length pressing into my hip. I arched against it instinctively, and he moaned low in his throat.

He broke the kiss with an audible gasp and attacked my neck and shoulders with his lips and tongue. I cried out at the erotic rasp of his teeth on my skin, clutching wildly at his shoulders.

His hands were everywhere all at once inside my yukata, gliding over my skin, tugging the thin material aside. Then it was gone, and his mouth was traveling over my naked breasts.

I could only arch and writhe under his talented ministrations, and clutch spasmodically at his head to guide his efforts to where I wanted them most. Part of me wondered where it was that he had learned to do all these things.

Then another part of me told that part to shut up and enjoy the moment, as his wet kisses were trailing lower on my belly.

I never knew that my body was that sensitive to touch. Even the rough silk of his hair under my fingers sent pleasant tingles of electricity through me. It was so much different from all the times I'd imagined doing this with him, it blew all of my childish fantasies away.

"…need you so much…please don't let me wake up…" Aoshi-sama was murmuring almost indistinctly, his cool breath spilling over the wet trail his tongue had left on my skin.

"You're not dreaming," I told him. I'd be damned if I was ever gonna let him forget this!

But he froze at my words, and his hands stopped roaming.

Oh, no, I thought. I shouldn't have said anything!

Before I could really start to panic, a drop of something cold fell right above my navel, and I shivered. Was that a tear, I wondered?

"Good," he said at last, and his tongue lapped up the errant drop of moisture.

And his hands started moving again, lower this time, pulling my legs apart. After that, coherent thought became utterly impossible.

I was helpless, completely at his mercy, a writhing, shrieking bundle of nerves. Strange mewling sounds came from my throat; I couldn't stop them, could barely hear them. There was only Aoshi-sama, licking, nibbling, nuzzling with his wicked mouth, and the straining, reaching for something that I could almost see.

Gold light, mixed with sparkles of every imaginable color, flickered under my closed eyelids. My mouth opened in a silent scream as those colors swirled together, expanding and churning and engulfing me in fire. It swept over me in an unstoppable tide, over and over again, leaving me trembling like a leaf in its wake.

Through it all, Aoshi-sama's eyes watched me, taking in my every move, my every cry of pleasure. It made me feel…safe, and cherished, and warm inside to know that he cared enough to make sure that this experience was as beautiful for me as it was for him. And when the sparkling colors and the golden light receded at last, he was still watching me, a faint smirk curving his thin lips.

"Aoshi-sama," I said dreamily, still dazed.

But he wasn't finished with me yet.

I can't even begin to describe how it felt when he finally entered me, claiming me as his. It hurt, just like Omasu had said it would, but he was gentle and he held me tight until the pain was gone.

And, oh, the look on his face…his expression was full of wonder, amazement, and ecstasy. Then he started moving away…

"No, don't go," I gasped, throwing my arms around him. He chuckled softly, allowing me to pull him back inside me, and I couldn't restrain myself from gaping at him. How long had it been since he'd done that? I couldn't remember.

It was dark, but I could have sworn that his eyes were twinkling. I wished that I could see the smile I felt him press against my lips before his tongue invaded my mouth for a breathless moment. It had been several years since I'd seen him truly smile.

He withdrew and thrust against me without breaking the kiss, swallowing the moan I released at the delightful friction.

"You'll like this, pretty one," Aoshi-sama promised in a low, husky croon. His hands wandered sensually down my sides, guiding my hips into his rhythm as he made love to me.

The one thought that I could cling to as an expert twist of his hips sent me soaring back into the golden light, was that finally, after all this time, I was all his. After years of pining, of long, desperate searching, I belonged to him at last.

And there was no way that I would ever let him go.

*End of excerpt

To be continued in Fumbling Towards Ecstasy, Chapter 7.

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This is my first *published* lemon. Yes, I actually practiced for a long time before I got brave enough to post something like this. I tried to make it tasteful, so I hope it's all right. Constructive criticism is very welcome; just please don't be too mean about it.

Title from Duran Duran's Come Undone off The Wedding Album.

Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin

I've been waiting for you

Hey child, stay wilder than the wind

And blow me in to cry

Who do you need, who do you love

When you come undone